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Sorry kids, shammy says no more balloons for this round. They’ve run out of string, so unfortunate for anyone who’s been left behind.
Yes, well. Once this was me, and all I could do, sad and alone, was sit and cry while the successful mice all laughed, condescending little noses peeking down from their little lofts, hands full of cheese. It’s not that I didn’t get a balloon, no, it’s just that it lifted me up and then got stuck in the stream of other mice. Cruel, cruel fate.
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